Paper Flesh
LEFT ALONE WITH ONLY REFLECTIONS OF THE MEMORY
Her voice bleeds over the page
full of things that she can't ever say
and tear stains mark certain places
stains, that won't ever fade away
Her scars are in the words
etched so deep, not an easy feat
scars only she could still see
and feel withing her heartbeat.
Her pain is fresh with new ink
and it smears against her fingertips
but won't ever go away
this pain causes her to slip.
Her prayers are hidden in the lines
that fold open into prose
prayers from cold cold lips
as beautiful as a rose
her tear stains betray
this blades constant lying
and her escapes left
are those inside her mind and writing.
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